Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Happy


The above is a cow. That's obvious to the world. I am quite partial to herds of cows although having tried to milk one some years ago, I found myself flat on my bottom having been kicked by it's hind leg. On the days,I am inordinately happy, I purchase Channel Island Milk. There is something about spoiling yourself after a stressful few days. For those who know me, I am one of those terribly irritating people who dislikes alcohol, coffee, tea and coke. I love milk. This is the reason my addictions do not centre around illicit substances or alcohol like most people in strife.

My addictions are milk and chocolate  - then there is Druckers cakes, Haagen Daaz icecream and pancakes but we don't mention those! It is no secret that food makes everyone happy. I am no exception. When I jousted with the GMC, I took up cooking. I find cooking is a incredible way of doing something normal and besides it reminded me of Chemistry. In the beginning, the kitchen looked like a nuclear bomb had hit it but in time things got better. These days, I can manage to cook dinner without setting fire to my hair which is always promising. Food and cooking is all about indulgence and spoiling yourself and we all have to do this once in a while.

My friend loves to cook. On most weeks, he sends me picture messages by mobile. It is normally of the latest dinner he has cooked. If he had succeeded in his attempt to end his life, there would have been so many things I would have missed. I would have missed gossiping and mocking our stuck up colleagues, I would have missed his low fat cake pictures, his mischievous manner and hatred for all things authoritarian. 

Today, I am so happy that my friend survived his overdose. I was just so relieved that he made it out of the hospital and back home.  Anyway, there was something about the sun, the roses and the colours. Everything was bright and vibrant. I love days like this and I am ecstatic that he decided to live. Of course, I was on the phone to him telling him off repeatedly.

The horrible feeling of devastation and helplessness has finally disappeared from me after hours of  anxiety over whether he would live or die. After the loss of Beau Eckland, I would have been totally devastated if another one of my friends disappeared. My friend and I have been through a lot together. I can't describe the various antics at the GMC but we did some good team working in pulling the carpet from under them all. Things just wouldn't be the same without his antics. There is something about friends you have known for years - you get used to them and you can never imagine a time without them.

We still have to go to the GMC dressed in burkas so we aren't recognised!  I thought of the names Osamina Fartini and Fatima Patel :). There are so many things left to do and so much fun to be had. At least he promised me he would never make anymore attempts like this ever again and that he would live life to the full - as it is meant to be lived. I have promised that I shall not maliciously place his profile on Shaadi.com so that he can find a sad female GP advertising in the back columns of the BMJ asking for the missionary position due to various egg timers.

In the meantime, I am now officially drinking Channel Island milk. Absolute Bliss! And yes, my friend and I are officially back to our usual antics.The GMC may wish to watch out for two "women" in Burkas in the next 80 years.


2 comments:

Jobbing Doctor said...

I loved this post, Rita.

Anonymous said...

Thanks JD.

Hope all is well with you

R